My Day Today
And I was getting late as usual to work and battled my way across the construction signs on the local roads and finally managed to get on freeway not before giving the “I was here first look” and the occasional honk and now that I was comfortably moving at the Needle on the 20 mph, I had the comfort of taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee my sweet wife had handed me before I left home and then pushed the decibels up to a comfortable level on the radio. That’s when I thought I heard something familiar and yes I was correct it was the distant voice of the street hawkers vibrating in distant harmony with an occasional tinkle on the bell and this one was apparently one who would sharpen kitchen knives. It was the Morning edition on NPR and the program was about the “The Lost Sounds of Old Beijing” and how family run older professions are being given up for more advanced and less labor intensive work for higher pay. But the melodic noise and cries made by the knife sharpening hawker on